"That's so sweet," Brooke said, her tone implying that she didn't care very much at all. "Any girl who shops here - she does shop here, right? - would have to have closets filled with clothes. I know I do." Save for two bedrooms, all of the spare bedrooms in her apartment were filled with her own clothes.

Many of them got thrown out for being out of season at the end of every season, whether Brooke had worn the clothes or not.

"What about this?" she asked, pulling out a simple satin t-shirt in a bright fuschia. "It's simple, she can pair it with anything, and it's bright." Pause. "What's her colouring? If she's a winter, the emerald tone might work better." She may not work there, but if there was one thing that Brooke Wyngarde was an expert on, it was fashion.